Patricia Heaton has advice on how actors can get known


December 19, 2007|By LIZ SMITH | LIZ SMITH,Tribune Media Services

THE BUSINESS is changing. Nobody knows where it is going. They're doing more reality shows and less scripted shows ... so you need to create product for yourself. Use YouTube and MySpace to put yourself out there."

Smart advice from Patricia Heaton, an Everywoman type of actress who struggled long and hard before she hit it big on Everybody Loves Raymond.

Raymond is a show I never paid attention to during its long run. Now, in syndication, I love it, especially Heaton's snarky, exasperated Debra.

In her camp

Lindsay Lohan hasn't given up on her idea to remake Ann-Margret's cult classic, Kitten with a Whip, about a delinquent runaway who ensnares a married politician in a cross-country crime-spree with sleazy pals. But she has, perhaps, finally passed on pressing Warren Beatty into the role of the hapless victim. Still, La Lohan was spotted at Warren's Bel Air, Calif., offices the other day.

Insiders say the visit was mostly personal, with Warren advising Lindsay to stay on the straight and narrow - saying that she has a great career ahead of her, etc. She seems already to have charted a new course, but it never hurts to have a living legend give you a pep talk!

Mailer and Monroe

"I revere Norman Mailer as a unique modern voice. Shrewd, sly and oddly cherubic, he was like a garrulous blogger, tirelessly processing the stream of contemporary events through his brilliantly scintillating intellect."

So writes Camille Paglia in the year-end issue of Rolling Stone. Ms. Paglia - who has a fairly scintillating intellect herself - is correct about Norman. He was oddly cherubic. There was a kind of startled, boyish innocence about him, despite, or perhaps because of, the infamous, sometimes dangerous, macho posturing of his younger days.

Norman wrote some odd books, in between masterpieces like The Naked and the Dead, Armies of the Night and The Executioner's Song. None perhaps odder than his two works on Marilyn Monroe. The first, Marilyn was only briefly mentioned in his obits, though it was a huge bestseller. The second, Of Women and Their Elegance, not at all.

Norman had a hot, sexual crush on Monroe. He was contemptuous and envious of Arthur Miller, and hoped to be invited to the Miller/Monroe home in Connecticut so he could steal the actress away. That invite never came.

And he had a fan's distress, observing his idol at less than her best. He saw Marilyn only once, toward the end, at the Actors Studio. She was drab and without makeup. He didn't want a closer look; he didn't want to shatter the fantasy further. They did not speak.

That's too bad. Mailer might have discovered more than his "sweet angel of sex." And Marilyn? She'd had her fill of writers, but perhaps she might have welcomed one who didn't condescend under the pretense of "respecting" her.

Monroe herself told a friend as her marriage to Miller ended, "I think Arthur actually likes dumb blondes. Some help he was!"

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